You Were Juggling With My Feelings, Poem by Liza Sud

You were juggling with my feelings,
and my soul got abrasions.
Giddy gambols, the inflicter
suddenly made me corageouos.

What a pell mell were these gambols!
Wreaking pain and irritation,
They were ethereal sometimes,
with no rascal's stipulation.

Sometimes so afraid of gallows
So jocosely and waggish,
But your pinafore and damsel
so ensnaring and lavish!

And your auspice was auspicious.
From your warbler's song I staggered.
But I was above suspicions.
Pardon me - I was a laggard.

Clawed the pouch with your poem
as a thing of vast importance.
Hoped to rise to you so close,
but you sneezed and made me crawl.

And since Dickens is our teacher -
In his words I pour heart out.
We will not trade in our nature,
Since our love is so rampant.